The Alliance
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,576
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The Waiting
Deena's been stripped and laid out...
The Waiting
The chamber lighting had been dimmed to nothingness, further disorienting Deena as she felt her heart pounding in her chest.
Fear and an embarrassing excitement overtook her as the door hissed open and two black-garbed naval guards, who had previously stripped what little was left of her Rebel armor with a cold, calculating professionalism, entered once again, giving the room enough light from an outside walkway to finish their job. Removing her stuncuffs, they shoved her up against a flat, metal rack; securing her hands over her head and expertly opening up her naked lower body with attached restraints.
Without a word, the guards left the chamber; the doors hissing shut behind them; leaving Deena to the darkness and mercy of whoever would conduct the next stage of her interrogation.
‘Interrogation’ had a number of meanings within the Empire, or so she had been led to believe. ‘Torture’ being one, ‘Brain washing’ being another, and sometimes-even ‘termination’ could be replaced by that neat and efficient word.
Deena had not signed up for this drawn out humiliation; no one had mentioned the possibility of torture when she had joined the Alliance. Death, yes; but the Rebel leaders had not mentioned torture, or incarceration, or excruciating pain in any of their passionate speeches that called on all citizens to join their ranks and fight for justice for humans and aliens alike.
They had painted a stirring picture; their rousing words inspired the bored and disenchanted; those who didn’t realize the privilege and freedoms they already had since the Empire had been established.
Why she hadn’t thought about the possibility before now made her more depressed. Of course, the Empire dealt in torture as a means to an end. Even those who were innocent were not immune. Not that she was innocent. But then neither was the Alliance.
A Rebel member of her first unit had stated unhappiness with a targeted mission that was being called a ‘liberation.’ He claimed the source providing the location for the ‘liberation’ was dubious, but the attack went ahead as planned.
Their target turned out to be an isolated group of Imperial scientists and their families, researching minerals and ores on an Outer Rim planet. Many of them were killed. A few were ‘questioned’ harshly until the Rebels recognized it had all been a terrible mistake.
Of course, it never would have happened if they had listened to the one who warned against the incident. After his protest, he was never seen again. Deena wondered if he up and left the Rebellion. She wouldn’t blame him if he had.
The Clone Wars had bought terrible unhappiness. The Rebellion was now doing the same. As the Rebellion against the Empire grew, the crueler the Imperials became. Were the Rebels achieving anything by defying authority, or were they making it worse for everyone?
No one had entered since the two naval guards abandoned her to her fate. She wasn’t sure how long ago that was, what with the ever-present darkness weighing down upon her and her thoughts wandering back to why she had joined the Rebellion. Even though lighting was practically nonexistent, she felt a camera upon her, monitoring her every breath.
With the pain of her tightly restricted wrists tingling, Deena looked around for the first time, taking in her surroundings as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. A tiny light in the corner of the ceiling alerted her to the presence of a Droid. As if sensing her interest, the droid let off a soft, insistent beeping noise
The Waiting
The chamber lighting had been dimmed to nothingness, further disorienting Deena as she felt her heart pounding in her chest.
Fear and an embarrassing excitement overtook her as the door hissed open and two black-garbed naval guards, who had previously stripped what little was left of her Rebel armor with a cold, calculating professionalism, entered once again, giving the room enough light from an outside walkway to finish their job. Removing her stuncuffs, they shoved her up against a flat, metal rack; securing her hands over her head and expertly opening up her naked lower body with attached restraints.
Without a word, the guards left the chamber; the doors hissing shut behind them; leaving Deena to the darkness and mercy of whoever would conduct the next stage of her interrogation.
‘Interrogation’ had a number of meanings within the Empire, or so she had been led to believe. ‘Torture’ being one, ‘Brain washing’ being another, and sometimes-even ‘termination’ could be replaced by that neat and efficient word.
Deena had not signed up for this drawn out humiliation; no one had mentioned the possibility of torture when she had joined the Alliance. Death, yes; but the Rebel leaders had not mentioned torture, or incarceration, or excruciating pain in any of their passionate speeches that called on all citizens to join their ranks and fight for justice for humans and aliens alike.
They had painted a stirring picture; their rousing words inspired the bored and disenchanted; those who didn’t realize the privilege and freedoms they already had since the Empire had been established.
Why she hadn’t thought about the possibility before now made her more depressed. Of course, the Empire dealt in torture as a means to an end. Even those who were innocent were not immune. Not that she was innocent. But then neither was the Alliance.
A Rebel member of her first unit had stated unhappiness with a targeted mission that was being called a ‘liberation.’ He claimed the source providing the location for the ‘liberation’ was dubious, but the attack went ahead as planned.
Their target turned out to be an isolated group of Imperial scientists and their families, researching minerals and ores on an Outer Rim planet. Many of them were killed. A few were ‘questioned’ harshly until the Rebels recognized it had all been a terrible mistake.
Of course, it never would have happened if they had listened to the one who warned against the incident. After his protest, he was never seen again. Deena wondered if he up and left the Rebellion. She wouldn’t blame him if he had.
The Clone Wars had bought terrible unhappiness. The Rebellion was now doing the same. As the Rebellion against the Empire grew, the crueler the Imperials became. Were the Rebels achieving anything by defying authority, or were they making it worse for everyone?
No one had entered since the two naval guards abandoned her to her fate. She wasn’t sure how long ago that was, what with the ever-present darkness weighing down upon her and her thoughts wandering back to why she had joined the Rebellion. Even though lighting was practically nonexistent, she felt a camera upon her, monitoring her every breath.
With the pain of her tightly restricted wrists tingling, Deena looked around for the first time, taking in her surroundings as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. A tiny light in the corner of the ceiling alerted her to the presence of a Droid. As if sensing her interest, the droid let off a soft, insistent beeping noise